She has sewn with love
patches on my heart,
covered those holes made
by others in my past.

She was gentle, dabbing
it with kindness, removing
the shrapnel of betrayal
that had put so many
holes with in my heart.

She sewed it with a needle
of love, she put feelings
in the patches that soothed
the rough parts so the
patches laid soft.  

She had been gentle from
the start, to patch up the
holes from my past. She
had left a patch work patten
on my heart, for now love
could enter ,this was no
longer a heart with holes
but a patch work design
that was sewn with love.

I still remember your hug
arms rigid with reluctance
and also the way you barely cared
but I held onto you
till I made sure that my fingers left prints
to remind you that you mattered to me
more than I did to you.

Here
is
a
poem
in
one
worded
fashion.
In
a
straight
line
as
it
heads
down
below.
You
may
ask
why
and
I’ll
say
it’s
my
passion.
­Written
right
here
so
this
fact
you
will
know.
The
length
may
see­m
long
but
it’s
short,
please
believe
me.
Add
up
the
words
and
th­e
sum
you
will
find.
Nothing
much
more
than
a
short
written
poem.
Posted
this
way
and
I
hope
you
don’t
mind.

Life chokes my neck
as I endlessly try to breathe.

Silly, silly me!
Trusting people,
Loving them,
What a fool.

Thoughts of you
knock on my head
pleading for remembrance.
Doesn't my heart know
that forgetting you
will be the cure
to everything?

No
More
Nothing.

Me: All
This:

.